Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

In the middle of the night, crackle flames burned deep in the harbor. The enslaved men finished their work and returned to their camp under the watch of the sentry.

The filthy air was filled with whispers and mixed discussions, and the discussions were directed towards the young nun without exception.

I saw that guy took out the food from her non-marking stretch backpack and distributed them one by one to the refugees. Gradually, she became acquainted with the refugees, and they put down their guard and surrounded them. She looked at her like Jesus, full of reverence.

Because of her extremely firm belief, Hoffa has no way to persuade her not to do such a thing. She can only follow closely to stay within her position and keep her away from her sight.

But her actions like this undoubtedly annoyed the local thugs.

After Frank's death, these thugs still nominally acknowledge allegiance to the widow Mary. In fact, this acknowledgement allegiance is completely superficial. Their actual leader is the baboon male named Matthew.

The measure he took was to arrange more than a dozen of his subordinates to watch Hoffa and Chloe in shifts on the distant sentry tower.

At ten o'clock in the night, Chloe came back. She sat by the campfire, took off her nun hat, and rubbed her hair exhaustedly. After rubbing her hair, she straightened her arms and moved her muscles and bones in a way that Jesus was crucified. Afterwards, she squatted by the campfire and sprinkled the spare march rations brought by Hoffa in a small tin pot and boiled it.

The food in the tin pot boiled, and the nun took a bite with a spoon and asked: "Have you eaten it?"

"No."

"Your slave master friend didn't entertain you?"

She asked while serving the porridge.

"He's dead, don't tell me you haven't heard."

"What?" Chloe took a spoon and was stunned: "I don't know how he died. ?"

"He was chopped in half by a muscular idiot." Hoffa said calmly.

"Huh..." The nun sighed, put down the spoon that stirs the food, touched the Trinity with her finger, and muttered an inaudible prayer.

After praying, she said to Hoffa quite sincerely: "I'm sorry."

Hoffa's expressionless face: "I'm not sad, why do you apologize?"

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"My God..."

The nun groaned: "Okay, you are really cold-blooded."

She served Hoffa a portion of porridge , Asked: "By the way, how do you plan to get the boat to take me to Britain."

"I didn't think about it." He stared at the darkness, and his palm unconsciously moved the flame.

To be honest, he and the widow named Mary were not acquainted, and after Chloe’s troubles, he felt very hopeless that he could borrow the boat.

"By the way, when I was taking care of the refugees, they told me bad news."

"What?"

" There is only one ship here, the one we saw at the dock during the day."

Hoffa was taken aback, and then sneered: "Impossible, Frank has at least twenty ships under his control."

"Yes, but there was a big bombing here a few days ago. Most of the ships were destroyed in that bombing. Only the last one is left here."

only One boat...

He secretly said that it was bad, thinking that if there were twenty boats here, it would be easy to borrow one by himself. But if there is only one boat, it is not that simple to borrow it. Everyone understands the truth that things are precious.

While speaking, a silhouette came in the distance. It was the young widow she met during the day, Mary.

I saw her wearing the black dress during the day, wearing a retro black headdress with flowers, walking slowly to the bonfire, rubbing the skirt rather uneasily, and rushing to the two sitting on the ground. The individual waved his hand and said hello.

Chloe stood up, and Hoffa stood up too.

"Are you...sleeping out tonight?"

The widow seemed very polite.

The two are nodded.

Mary: "Uh...you don't need to live here. There are many places to sleep in my house, if you want."

"I don't care." He Nunu gave the ball to Chloe lightly.

"Don't go."

Chloe said decisively.

She has a stinky face, looking upset at each other.

The widow smirked awkwardly, but did not leave.

Hoffa: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's so late, what can you do for us?"

The young widow rubbed her hands a little uneasy: "I have I want to trouble you about something."

"What's the matter?"

"There will be a funeral tomorrow, and the funeral needs a priest. But there is no priest in this area now, so. ....." The woman turned her gaze to Chloe, "I want to ask my nun to help us preside over the funeral."

Hoffa was taken aback. He didn't understand European funeral customs. So she turned her head to look at Chloe, only to find that Chloe’s face was very ugly, she decisively refused:

"That is the duty of a priest. As a nun, I must not touch it."

"No...no, don't be so troublesome." Mary waved her hand quickly: "As long as you can go up and read..."

"Don't be kidding Okay?"

Chloe interrupted Mary: "Mass and burial ceremony are both sacred. They are the gateway to heaven for the deceased and the basis for helping God to judge souls. Whatever you think Can anyone in the church preside?"

After Chloe made a stern speech, Hoffa couldn't help but want to laugh, and the widow Mary was already embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Chloe said with a cold face: "If you just want to find someone to deal with it, you don't have to ask someone from the church to host it. Ordinary male friends can also host it."

"But...Frank had no friends during his lifetime."

"Who said he had no friends, this is not a ready-made friend?"

Chloe pointed to Hoffa After speaking, he squatted down to take care of the porridge.

The widow turned her head to look at him again, and a pretty face like a porcelain doll was filled with anxiety and helplessness.

The ball was kicked back into Hoffa's hands. He thought that if he agreed to preside over the funeral, it would be an opportunity to ease the relationship. The other party had only one boat left, and Frank passed away again. If you want to borrow the boat, you must pay a price.

So he smiled sincerely: "That's right, Frank was also a good friend of mine during his lifetime, what should I do?"

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......

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was gloomy like a thick ink splashing on the horizon, without a bit of white, it was heavy as if it was about to fall, depressing the entire world They are all very quiet.

In the early morning of the second day after Hoffa arrived in Normandy, Frank's coffin began to be buried. European funerals are not as complicated as Asian funerals. At the ceremony, only Frank's wife Mary and some of his men were present.

Standing in front of the hole that was just dug out, Hoffa coughed a few times while holding a crumpled piece of paper. Dryly recite the professional eulogy that Chloe wrote to him.

"The road to God is undetectable. In his proverbs and his mysteries, he shows his compassion. Although he has given us the inspiration, we still need to consider it carefully. When we opened our arms, the earth not only took away the body of our illusory, but also took in the soul of our Supreme glory..."

As we read, Hoffa began to wander.

(Frank is a violent and hot-tempered wizard. Because of smuggling activities, he offends and kills many people. Even he and Norbert, when dealing with him, can never meet We won’t meet each other. This kind of person will really have ghosts if they can go to heaven.)

"...Everything that passes quietly, this world has no end. Rest in peace, I My friend, your soul will continue. Your birth and your survival are only to convey a poem of hope, and forever, I walked through that dark lawn... I will not feel fear, because your soul is with me Being with..."

Finally, after he read all the eulogy without emotion, applause was sparsely heard from below, the coffin was buried in the soil, and the funeral was over.

After the funeral, Hoffa walked to Mary in a black dress and whispered: "Can I take a step to speak, madam?"

After a day’s delay, he returned it to Frank. At the end of the day, it's time to say what I'm here for.

Mary nodded.

The two walked to the far side of the tomb under the tree, and they had not yet begun to speak.

Put one hand between the two.

It was the overseer named Matthew. He looked at Mary: "Madam, we are ready. May I ask when you will board the ship."

Mary quickly said: "You Hold on a moment, I have something to say to Mr. Bach, and I will go over immediately."

Matthew: "Okay, hurry up, we wait for you."

After that, he Glancing at Hoffa with a ugly expression, turned and left.

Boarding...

Hoffa feels something is wrong, "Where are you going?"

"Oh." Mary said with a smile "Matthew is going to take me to Switzerland. There will be no war. He said it is safe."

Hoffa chuckled.

It's over.

There is only one boat, and I have to go to Switzerland.

No wonder when I first came I saw those armed mobs driving the refugees to add coal to the boat. Putting it that way, that boat will definitely not be loaned to myself.

Unconsciously, the situation took a turn for the worse, and he encountered a silent crisis. Everything before that was gone. How could he borrow the boat?

"What's the matter?"

Mary curiously asked: "What's the matter with Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa's thoughts are fast, but her face is revealed A relaxed smile:

"Madam, it’s like this. Norbert and I owed Frank the raw material cost of five hundred francs before we were alive."

He was quite handsome. With a snap of his fingers, a roll of paper money tied up with rubber bands flew over the air at great speed, and fell precisely into Hoffa's hand.

Mary looked at his operation, her eyes suddenly became a little more fearful and respectful.

Taking the paper money, he unfastened the rubber band and said casually: "Although Frank passed away, I think the debt I should pay is still to be repaid."

"Uh. .... Really? Aiya, I really trouble you to take a special trip."

Mary doesn't doubt that he has him, and she bent over her skirt with a grateful expression on her face.

"But,"

Hoffa took a break and said slowly: "Frank also promised us that there will be a batch of metal raw materials to be delivered to me and Norbert. , Do you know this matter, Madam?"

"Ah..."

Mary removed her eyes from the roll of money: "This... .I’ve never heard of this."

"I’ve never heard of it, this is a headache."

He put his eyebrows in his hand after thinking about it pretentiously. Handed over the banknotes.

"Forget it, I don't know if I don't know, after all Frank has passed away, I will go to other suppliers."

"Sorry, Mr. Bach." Woman Christine Respectfully took the money and looked relaxed: "Then, I'll go first. Mr. Bach."

"en." He was nodded, with a very casual expression.

The little widow put the money in her pocket and turned around very contentedly.

"Wait a minute." Hoffa stopped her.

"Are there any more orders? Mr. Bach." The widow looked at him curiously.

"You know the wizard, right."

Mary was surprised, he glanced around and lowered his voice: "I know."

Hoffa look Seriously: "Okay, then I'll just say it. I came from Paris and heard some rumors."

Looking at the other side's serious look, the widow was a little curious and nervous: "What is the rumor? ."

"There are a large number of German wizards who are looking for Frank because of arms smuggling. I have a few informants in the military, so I know about this. As Frank’s friend, I am friendly. Just to remind you, be careful of the German wizard on the road."

"What! Germany...The German wizard is looking for us..."

The widow exclaimed As soon as she finished calling, she slammed her mouth, like a balloon being poked. She was so frightened that she grabbed Hoffa's arm and her back was straight.

"Really...?"

"Do I have to lie to you?"

Looking at each other for a moment, she stammered and asked "Hug...sorry, I...what should I do, Mr. Bach."

"I don't know this anymore."

He shrugged Shrugged, "My friend and I will leave here this afternoon, so please take care of yourself."

After speaking, he turned around and left without nostalgia.

Just a few steps away, an anxious cry came from behind: "Wait a minute, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa relaxed, a smile on the corner of his mouth was fleeting, and then he slowed down. Tun turned around, raised his eyebrows and asked: "What?"

"That...I...I want to ask, where are you going?"

"Sorry, this and You are okay," Hoffa said coldly.

"No...No..."

The woman waved her hands again and again: "I just, just ask, if you offend, just treat me as nothing Say."

Hoffa looked up and down at Mary for a moment, only to see fine sweat bursting from the tip of her anxious nose, and she snickered in her heart. Good guy, fortunately this woman has no brains, and what others say is what they say. Otherwise, my plan to borrow a boat to go to Britain would definitely be ruined.

"I want to help my friend find a safe place. As you know, France is a bit dangerous lately."

"Where should I go?"

"......"

He was silent in a profound mystery gesture.

The widow rolled her eyes, "Uh...uh...it’s like this, Frank...Frank, he has several warehouses in Switzerland, I think , The materials you need may be in the warehouse. If you don’t mind, you can, come with us."

After finishing speaking, the widow rubbed her hands on the spot, looking at him expectantly.

Hoffa held her chin pretentiously thinking for a while, and finally reluctantly nodded.

"Okay, okay, it's okay anyway, I'll go with your boat once."

"Ah, that's really good..."

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The restless widow was slightly relaxed.